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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
UT,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.