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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.