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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.