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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Average White Band 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.