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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.