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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Magma,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.