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 Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 808 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.