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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.