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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.