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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Swans,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.