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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Wings,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.