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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.