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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.