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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.