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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Rakim,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.