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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
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.