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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.