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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.