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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.