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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.