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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.