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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.