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 Somalia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Hashim to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.