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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.