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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Brick,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.