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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.