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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.