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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.