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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Duran Duran 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.