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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
CMW,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.