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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.