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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.