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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.