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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.