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 South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.