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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.