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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.