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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.