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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.