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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.