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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.