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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.