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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.