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 France and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.