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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 The Names to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.