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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.