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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.