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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.