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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Technova,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Franke,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.