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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
JFA,
Grauzone,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.