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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.