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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.