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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun 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 disco 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 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 Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.