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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.