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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.