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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.