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 Sierra Leone 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.