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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.