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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Organ,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.