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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.