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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.