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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.