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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.