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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.