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 Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.