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 Peru 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Toasters to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Technova,
June Days,
Qualms,
Franke,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.