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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
UT,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.