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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
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,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.