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 Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.