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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.