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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.