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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.