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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.