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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Television,
The Human League,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.