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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.