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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.