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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
June Days,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.