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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Nico,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.