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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.