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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.