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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight 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 techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.