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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.