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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Qualms 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.