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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.