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 Hungary 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.