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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cymande to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Ludus,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.