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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Ronan,
Skarface,
cv313,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.