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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Television,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.