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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Associates to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.