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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 a-ha 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.