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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.