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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.