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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.