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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.