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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.