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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.