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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.