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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 the Soft Cell to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.