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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flash Fearless to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
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.