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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.