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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.