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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.