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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Brick,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.