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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.