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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
X-102,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.