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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
the Normal,
The Sound,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Visage,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.