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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.