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 Kenya 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.