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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.