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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.