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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.