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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.