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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Flipper,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.