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 South Sudan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.