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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.