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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
cv313,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Magma,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.