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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Darondo 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.