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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.