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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.