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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.