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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.