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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.