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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.