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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.