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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.