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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.