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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.