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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.