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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.