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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.