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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.