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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.