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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.