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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.