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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Fear,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.