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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.