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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.