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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.