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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.