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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.