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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.