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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.