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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.