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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.