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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.