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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.