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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.