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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Erasure 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.