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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.