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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.