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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Television,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.