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 Mali and from Manila.
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 Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.