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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.