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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Mars to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.