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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Swans,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.