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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.