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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Index,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.