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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Magma,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.