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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.