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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.