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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Technova,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.