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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.