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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.