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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Das Ding 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.