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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.