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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joey Negro to the disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.