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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Visage,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.