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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.