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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
MDC,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.