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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Names to the grime 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.