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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.