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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Swans,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.