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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.