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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.