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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.