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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
UT,
The Saints,
Ituana,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.