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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
ABC,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.