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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.