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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.