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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.