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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.