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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.