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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.