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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.