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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.