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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.