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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Pylon,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.