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 Somalia and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.