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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.