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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.