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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
MDC,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
New Order,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.