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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
World's Most,
Interpol,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.