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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.