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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.