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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.