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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Brick,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.