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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.