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 France and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.