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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Gories,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.