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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.