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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Swans,
Echospace,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.