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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.