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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Japan,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.