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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.