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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.