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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.