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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.