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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.