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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.