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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Index,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.