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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Visage,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.