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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.