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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
the Swans,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
CMW,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.