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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.