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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Q65,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Television,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.