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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.