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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 Taipei and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.