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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Wings,
the Association,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.