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 United States 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.