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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.