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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.