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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Slave,
Suicide,
Fear,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.