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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.