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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Brick,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.