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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.