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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Index,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.