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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.