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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.