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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.