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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
X-102,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.