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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.