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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.