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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.