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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
New Order,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.