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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.