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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Faust,
Mars,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.