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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
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James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.