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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
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.