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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.