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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.