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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Motions to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.