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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.