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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Index,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.