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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Crime,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.