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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Nico,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.