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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Index,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.