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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.