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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
The Standells,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.