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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Mars,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.