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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Icehouse,
The Names,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.