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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.