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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.