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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 the Association to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.