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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.