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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.