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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Magma,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Index,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.