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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.