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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.