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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The New Christs to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.