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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.