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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.