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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.