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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.