Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.