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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.