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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.