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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Pole to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.