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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Organ,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.