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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
X-102,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.