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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.