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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.