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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.