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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.