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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.