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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.