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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.