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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Standells,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.