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 India and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.