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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.