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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.