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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.