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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.