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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stetsasonic 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.