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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.