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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
X-102,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
cv313,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.