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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale 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?
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
X-101,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.