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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.