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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.