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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
PIL,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.