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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.