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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Nas,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Pole,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Japan,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.