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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.