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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.