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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Ituana,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.