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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.