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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Little Man,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.