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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.