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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.