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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.