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 Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.