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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.