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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Monks,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.