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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.