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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 Goldenarms 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.