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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.