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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.