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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.