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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.