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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.