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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
The Human League,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.