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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.