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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 808 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.