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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.