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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.