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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.