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 Syria 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dead C 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.