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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.