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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.