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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.