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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.