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 Serbia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.