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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.