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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.