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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Gong,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Index,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.