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 Cameroon 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.