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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.