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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.