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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.