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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.