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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Tremeloes to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.