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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
cv313,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.