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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Franke to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
June Days,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.