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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.