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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.