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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.