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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.