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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.