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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.