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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.