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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.