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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Scion,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.