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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.