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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.