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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.