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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.