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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.