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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Ten City,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.