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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.