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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Can,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.