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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.