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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.