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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.