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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Magma,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
X-102,
ABBA,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.