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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.