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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.