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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.