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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.