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 Germany and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.