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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.