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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.