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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.