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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
UT,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.