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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.