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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Walker Brothers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.