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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.