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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.