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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.