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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.