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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.