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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.