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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.