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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.