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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.