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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
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.