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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.