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 Fiji and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 New Order to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
The Saints,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.