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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.