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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.