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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.