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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.