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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.