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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
The Motions,
MDC,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.