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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.