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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.