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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.