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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Rekid,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.