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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.