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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.