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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
DNA,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.