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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.