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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.