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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.