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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.