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 India and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.