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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Magma,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.