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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.