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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.