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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.