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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.