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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.