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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.