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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.