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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.