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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.