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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
the Human League,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.