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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.