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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.