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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.