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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
10cc,
Magma,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.