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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Names,
CMW,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Nas,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.