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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.