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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.