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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Audionom 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.