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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.