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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.