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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.