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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.