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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.