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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Smog,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.