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 Yemen 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.