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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.