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 Madagascar 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.