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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.