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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.