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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.