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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Index,
MDC,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.