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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.