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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.