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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.