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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hood to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.