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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.