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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slave to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Ituana,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Scion,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.