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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.