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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.