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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Nas,
Liliput,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.