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 Nigeria and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.