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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.