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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.