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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.