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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.