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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.