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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.