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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.