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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.