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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.