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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.