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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.