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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy 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?
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.