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 El Salvador 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Ossler,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.