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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.