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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Remains,
Gong,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.