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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Gong,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.