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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 snare 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 The Martian 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Mars,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.