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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.