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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Mantronix 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.