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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.