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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.