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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.