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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.