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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.