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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.