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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Urselle,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.