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 Mauritania 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.