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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.