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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
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Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Inner City,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.