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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.