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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.