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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.