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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
The Evens,
UT,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.