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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Index,
a-ha,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.