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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.