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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.