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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Oneida 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.