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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.