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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.