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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Mars,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.