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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.