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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.