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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.