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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.