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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.