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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.