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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.