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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Visage,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Technova,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.