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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
MDC,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.