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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.