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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Crime,
Franke,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.