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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.