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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Monks,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.