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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Gong,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.