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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.