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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.