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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.