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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
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.