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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.