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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.