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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.