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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.