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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.