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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.