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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
The Seeds,
UT,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Brick,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.