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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
June Days,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.