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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.