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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.