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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Monks,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.