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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.