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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.