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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.