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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.