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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Pylon,
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.