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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Crime,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
MDC,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.