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 India and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Cymande,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.